Friday, July 24, 2015

Blog Tour Review, Excerpt & Giveaway ~ BO Bad Boys of Retribution MC #3 by Rie Warren

BO Bad Boys of Retribution MC #3

by Rie Warren


I’m a lover, not a fighter. Yeah, right. Talk about bullshit. I’ve been fighting all my life, and I know zip about love. Frankly, I don’t want to. More than bullets whizzing past my head or the very real possibility of ending up dead, love scares the shit out of me. I’m used to guns and killing, blood and dust.
That’s what I feel for this woman, my goddamn shrink, Veronica. Doctor Hartley digs inside my head. She asks me questions, which I never answer. I’d much rather take the smart, sexy Doc to bed, but I can’t because of our clinical relationship.  
My last Force Recon mission destroyed any semblance of humanity I had left. Those little triggers go off all the time now. When I’m asleep. When I’m awake. When the memories are raw. I bolt up, at knife point again, but there’s no enemy now.
Just Veronica and me.

Veronica. Doctor Hartley. I told Bo to call me Ronnie like everyone else, but he refuses. He shows up like he has a cattle prod shoved up his ass and sits through the allotted hour for his counseling session impervious to every approach. He’s powerful, forceful, explosive. He doesn’t scare me.
My marine doesn’t speak, but his sharp gaze pierces me all the same. He watches me with all the greed of a hunger never sated, a need never fulfilled. A desire never explored. He stows his secrets safely away, but I’m patient. I’ll get to him if he doesn’t get to me first.
And when I have him? I’ll want him forever. I know this. But I can’t. His past might be complicated, but mine is a minefield, one that will blow up in our faces before all is said and done.
Too bad. We could be so good together.
Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.

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I zoomed straight into my garage, hit the kickstand. I jumped off and threw my helmet aside. Probably dented that fucker, too, but I was too wound up to care. We’d spoken no more last night, and the evening had ended with both of us in our separate rooms. I needed something to release the tension of what she’d said.
I needed her in my bed.
Bedroom. Now.” I lifted Veronica off my bike, and she released the strap on her helmet.
She dropped it, then wrenched from my hands. “No.”
What the fuck do you mean no?”
Right here. Right now.” She drew her shirt over her head.
I’m not fucking you in my garage.”
She unzipped her jeans and swished them down her legs. Bra clasp undone, she shook her tits free. Her copper colored nipples leaped up—pebbled against her tawny skin.
My teeth gnashed together.
Fuck me here. Fuck me now, or not at all.” Her panties skimmed down to her ankles, she slid one finger between her lower lips, spreading a glossy shine over her pussy
My teeth goddamn tingled and my vision went red, as red as the luxurious curls right above her cunt. My cock about ripped through my pants and I balled my hands beside me. Shoulders straining, hips bucking uncontrollably, I tried to breathe deeply but couldn’t.
She sat down sidesaddle on my bike and opened her thighs. With three flat fingers, she spanked her juicy cunt. The wet sound echoed in the garage.
Why?” My jaw pulsed and my dick throbbed.
I pulled open the top button of my jeans and raised my t-shirt over my head.
I want you to be unleashed on me.”
Fight. Flight.
I ripped my jeans to my thighs. Stalking her, I stood over her, pumping my swollen so-fucking-hard shaft with tight fast strokes.
I grabbed her chin, forcing her face up, and bit her lip.
You want me to hurt you, is that it?” Half out of my mind with need, I snarled. “You want me to fuck you like I'm an animal?” I smacked her big tits and watched them bounce.
Reaching up, she twisted my hair, pulling me down. “Yes! Let it go!”
I growled, falling to my knees. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and ate her sweet tight cunt because I was starved for her. I needed her. Lapping and sucking, roughly tongue fucking her until my goddamn tonsils hurt, I listened as she crashed through one orgasm into the next.
Her mouth wide open, I stood and shoved my cock inside her gaping lips. Fisting my hand in her hair, I pumped her face up and down my rod. She drooled. She moaned. She gave me one hell of a hummer, but it wasn’t enough. Saliva streamed from her lips when I withdrew. My cock shined all over, and if I didn’t get inside her perfect pussy soon I was going to become absolutely deranged.
I plunged my fingers inside her. She creamed on them. I quickly found a condom. Ten seconds later it was on. Dragging V off the bike, I forced her against the wall. Pinning her in place with my hands under her ass and her thighs hooked over my forearms, I butted against her slick entrance.
This is how you want me?”
I fucking want all of you,” she hissed.
Then you’re gonna get it.”

5 – In Desperate Need of Healing – Stars
~this review may contain minor spoilers~

I've survived every impossible situation a soldier can. I've been tortured to within an inch of my life, never begging for mercy or giving in. I've been hurt and hunted. I know my truth. I just don't like recognizing it usually. You are the one thing I'd want to remember.”

I'm gonna keep this short and to the point, cause really, there isn't much I haven't already said about this author before that doesn't still hold true with every book I've read. All her books, or at least all the ones I've read in this series and the Carolina Bad Boys series, have a lot of similarities. They are all freakin awesome, all loaded with amazing characters that sometimes cross over between series', they are all sexy & dirty, raunchy & hilarious, told entirely from the Alpha Badass Hero's POV and with all the violence you would expect from an MC novel. But each of the stories, and all of the characters, are vastly different. Bo's story was a fab addition to the series (although, Kinky Kaid still reigns supreme) and it took me by surprise. I expected a lot of the emotional baggage that came with Bo, understood where it was coming from and desperately wanted some healing and happiness for the man. I was NOT expecting the shit storm that Ronnie brought to the story, but when it blew up it made me understand her a whole lot better. I spent a lot of the book feeling like she was a bit hypocritical for wanting Bo to completely open up but not willing to share herself, but eventually, I got it. I LOVED getting to meet Bo's family, they were friggin hilarious and I'm hoping to see more of his sister in the future. But my favorite part, besides all the dirty-hott sex, was once again getting to spend some time with the rest of the Retribution MC – I do love those boys and spending time with them all together is always amazing. In the end all I can do is shout my love for this author and hope you dive into her books if you haven't already. She tells a story like no other and the fact that she continuously does it solely from a male POV, and does it brilliantly, is rare and impossible to ignore.

I didn't need forgetfulness in the bottom of a bottle anymore. Looking around the wild bunch inside Retribution, I almost got fucking teary-eyed. Talk about a home away from home. Good men. Good women. Good people.
A bunch of jackasses, too, usually.

More in the Bad Boys of Retribution MC series!


Stone, At Your Service, Book #1. Available now.

Love, In The Fast Lane, Book #2. Available now.
Steele, Into Your Heart, Book #3. Available now.

RIDE, the complete New Adult novella featured in Stone. Available now.


The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
Coming summer 2015.

Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series.

A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.

You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency.

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